Transition times are hard, but with kindness we can reach the new bright spots in our lives
Memories of Mama's Fig Preserves, her recipe, plus modern ways to add figs to late summer meals.
Hi there, Mom says she's been having a bit of writer's block lately, which I think means she is playing with her sewing machine, digging in her garden, or walking my sister Buffy and me instead of writing. Anyway, Mom said I could fill you in on what Buffy and I have been doing since… Continue reading Hello from Sally!
I saw it while waiting in the checkout lane at Hobby Lobby…"Oooh! I've been wanting this one!" I was about to leave town (remember those days?), so it sat on top of the stack of books in the den, a delight waiting to be savored. As soon as I picked it up, I was hooked…full… Continue reading The Best Book I’ve Read in a Long Time…BECOMING MRS. LEWIS, by Patti Callahan
Life at home: sewing masks, walking puppies, cooking and reviewing a new book: Patricia John's "Thursday's Bride."
Things I've been doing while "sheltering in place."
I was saddened last week to hear of the death of Katherine Johnson, one of the human "computers," women with math degrees who worked for NACA, which became NASA, aiding the development of the space program, during the 40's, 50's and 60's. Katherine Johnson, Dorothy Vaughan and others worked at Langley Field West Computers; the… Continue reading Hidden Figures
Touring Singapore by long-tailed speedboat, with other adventures along the way.
This is a wonderful dog story, and a great story about a lonely girl who liked to read.
The first time I read an entire book aloud, it was to a German shorthaired pointer named Sally. She had the softest ears, the wiggliest butt, and man, was she fast. I used to watch her from my swing-set, tearing mad circles around our neighbor’s yard.
I was a quiet kid. And in Charlotte, North Carolina in the mid-1990s, if you didn’t like NASCAR, there wasn’t a ton to do. I remember spending half a summer fiddling around with my dad’s scientific calculator, pretending I was a bookstore clerk and tallying up imaginary purchases. I’d also meticulously cut out borrower’s cards for each of my books, then lent them out strategically to my mother. So, when Sally moved in next door, it was a revelation.
She brought me pinecones in the afternoon. And I brought her books.
I’d plop myself in the grass, right by the…
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